Fuck Niggaz

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. A.B., Ces, Cron Hypnostein, and Roy Rukkus) - "Fuck Niggas" [Emcee(s): A.B., Ces, Cron Hypnostein, and Roy Rukkus] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Verse 1: A.B.] Ayyo, you can't take the heat if your gun too small, so you Could bring on your clique—ayyo, I'll run through y'all I'm trying to fill up with bricks 'cause I done come too far Got hit up with a 9, but no mental scar. But, still A nigga tried to kill me in a rental car. Don't sweat it Yo, Cron, don't let that nigga get too far Got a mob, got heat, and the squad don't retreat Plus the god don't sleep, so you could fuck around and creep Lay you six feet deep. Let your bitch [?] So place your bets on me 'cause can't no one see we It's only one M-V. Don't even mention me Y'all niggas tempting me to bust the lead with speed [Verse 2: Ces] Oh, you's a thug? Oh, really? Then where's your gun? And if you ain't pussy, nigga, then why'd you run? I done Broke down cats about the size of son I gets chicks, sip licks, bust five for fun Cliques spit quick shit. Don't try me, son Hit your bitch, then I split through the lobby, son Spit fifths at your clique for a hobby, son So if your man dead, by Ces it's probably done. Y'all niggas Want it, god? I'll commit a robbery, son And come through like Rambo with his army gun If a rapper said he battled me, I probably won Hot flows got hoes wanting to slop me, son Fo'-fo' snub-nosed hit you in your armpit, son Better stay out of arm reach, son. Got niggas like "I'm sorry, son." Bogart me, son? Hardly, son. I'll leave you dead on a Harley, son [Hook: Roy Rukkus] (x2) Fuck niggas. Fuck sucker-ass cunt niggas Fuck ducking bullets—you might have to duck niggas Plus niggas act like I won't truck niggas Fuck ducking bullets—you might have to duck niggas [Verse 3: Cron Hypnostein] Simmer to a slight boil To a cover packed in tight soil. Is it fright for you? He wouldn't fight for you. Son is right for you 'Cause remember in the tight coil? Baking-hot, face-down in a vacant lot With a faceless Glock appraising your knot Gazing, you wishing the days'll stop, and your Ways'll stop, wondering if they're playing or not Ain't been praying a lot in a game Kind of hot. If you get got, say no name And stay calm, say psalms, and sing on Call him Cron Napalm. [?] [?]. You like them Cajun 'Til half your head gone. Just suggestion: Don't want to fuck up my profession. Guess wrong Be dead-wrong, all gone. Son Move on. It's been proved on Peace. I'm gone in a black Yukon XL Cron excel, propel in ways won't imagine Fast, blind fury in action [Hook: Roy Rukkus] (x2) Fuck niggas. Fuck sucker-ass cunt niggas Fuck ducking bullets—you might have to duck niggas Plus niggas act like I won't truck niggas Fuck ducking bullets—you might have to duck niggas [Verse 4: Roy Rukkus] Y'all niggas running lip. Do you know who you fucking with? You want to flip? Son, I'll bundle fists and crush your hip Fuck your bitch up in your whip, then puff a spliff Come unequipped with no gun or clip and bust your shit So suck a dick. Fuck this shit. I never wanted To get out the pussy, but this bitch who wanted me To get out and push me, so I stuck my head out And look, see a hellhole these fuckers put out to cook me School? Buck 50—I just cut out. It's hooky Get high, go home, dig out this cokey Chick, make her spit out the gookie shit Make her love the kid, never want to get out—she hooked, B Rip out her crook spleen in the snap of The finger. Get stabbed with a hanger. Gag you and Hang ya. Packing a banger. But don't act Like I won't bang your ass with a razor Pray to the Lord, send you back to your savior Murder the nigga with your back that'll save ya Pull you out your act full of anger with a ass Crack in your gay mug, snatching your paper I'm like a chick with AIDS—you don't want to fuck with me Before I fuck with these sucking-meat niggas, I'll Be a bum in jean dungarees, mad Hun-g-ry in Hungary, living under trees Getting stung by poisonous bugs and bees Sting leave you so weak, you can't even fucking see To make a long story short, I don't give a fuck What you ripping. Talk slick, you'll get a couple of whippings Fuck niggas [Hook: Roy Rukkus] (x2) Fuck niggas. Fuck sucker-ass cunt niggas Fuck ducking bullets—you might have to duck niggas Plus niggas act like I won't truck niggas Fuck ducking bullets—you might have to duck niggas